This is a song about "Master yi"

No key for release

Fight the master and leave,

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

Master at beer pong coming from hong kong

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

It's just my master plan.

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I don't wanna obey the master

Because back then i wasn't a master

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir